Travels

Know your enemy, says Sun Tzu, and in a Vietnamese market, it's a battleground where the test of wills, craftiness, and determination come into play.  I have yet to know my enemy.

The sun is out. I have $3 in my pocket. The sun is out. There's more to this than making it right.  The sun is out.  I'll make it out of this life. And can't you feel it, cause the sun is out.  And

Now that I've eaten through most of yuppienomad's cooking, it's time for me to fall back on feeding myself. So here's my recipe for... dum dum DUM! Fried Rice!  (copied in part from K-Dawg) Woa PAAA! (It's not the

Went out to GC Pub for a couple of beers. Two was enough for me after I totally shanked the 8 ball and scratched -- once again.  A couple of local girls sweating out to the tune of the Black Eye Peas really wasn't my scene for tonight. Just a beer and maybe a smoke coulda dunnit.

The rainy season is upon Hanoi and those pesky mosquitos are coming out of the woodwork.  I mean really coming out -- flying into your eyes and nose and mouth kinda coming out.

Seems like I might have to cut short the fairy tale and head back to the States. As the son of first generation immigrants, it's the cards I was born with, to provide in some small ways, financial stability for the folks.